——“Fortunes”——


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—-“Fortunes”—-
(To sounds of lost hope)

the owl came again;
her feathers wet,
beak broken,
and o’
she was in sober

the magic wand gone
lost herself aloft tree tops
of golden ages and time

Papa and Baba sat
flashes from the camera
lost fortunes and missing days

the parrot reads her lips
plaits her glowing feathers
of whistles known to mystery
I pray——

The Village Thinker © 2014

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